A love that would live...for about 2 hours
Moulin Rouge!; a recap.
NOT DIAL UP FRIENDLY. Seriously, there are a LOT of photos behind that cut.
Paris, 1900. Just in case you can't read that.
A very strange, enchanted boy
"I'm blue."
The Moulin Rouge. Er, what's left of it.
Our hero. In happier, sepia-filled times.
"Okay, so Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and...um..."
"OMG, dude, what the hell just landed in my living room/office/bedroom?"
"You want me to do what??"
"Okay, everyone else can see this blue goat standing by my head, right? It's not just me?"
"I should sing something."
"Holy Shit!"
"I know. I'm pretty awesome."
"Damn! This kid has a LOT of talent!!"
"Let's get him drunk!"
Wow. That is a LOT of Kylie Minogue.
"Sweet. Whores!"
"Check it out! A sparkly whore!"
Oooh. Sparkly.
"I'd tap that!"
Whooo wants syphilis???
"Wh...what? What's syphilis?"
"Ugh, get OFF!"
Oooh. Foreshadowing.
"I'm sorry. Am I in an elephant??"
"There's no place like home; there's no place like home!"
"Shhh. I hear you have a LOT of talent. Whip it out!!"
"Uh...what are you doing? I'm trying to share my POETRY with you!"
"Fine. I'll just sing."
"Holy Shit!"
"I know. People love it when I sing."
"Wow! All of your singing made everything blue and sparkly!"
"OMG! You're rich, and hot, and you can sing!!"
"Erm, I don't have any money."
"WHAT??"
"I have money! You'd better RECOGNIZE!"
"Oh, then I shall enchant you with a song that isn't mine. And I shall call it 'sampling'."
"The crown of my head is covered. I'm totally invisible!!"
"Hurry up, let's do it before rat-face gets back!"
"Dude, WTF??"
"Uh...I'll let the midget explain!"
"Or we could just sing a song about it!"
"I'm blue again. I'm going to sing. Again."
"Me too! Me too!"
"Wait! I'm not stalking you, really!"
"Come on! Sing with me again."
"Only if you make my heart-shaped window/door explode with light and sparkle!!"
"I'm looking pretty hot today."
"Look at my kicky beret! And shut up, this lipstick TOTALLY goes with my skin tone!"
"Okay, lemme tell you how I think this movie story is going to end!!"
"But first, let's do it. Syphilis be damned!"
"Okay, be honest: Which one of us do you like better??"
"Oh. Oh, well...I mean...I do love money, but Christian's erm...Talent...."
"I am pretty talented."
"And this lipstick color looks WAY better on me."
Uh oh.
"Dude, where the hell were you last night?"
"I think we should see other people. And by 'other people', I mean the rich dude. For me. You'll probably die alone and heartbroken. Sorry."
"Psht, whatever, Whore. I'm gonna sing another song!"
"Oh, Christian! You know I can't resist your TALENT!"
"Seriously, how totally stupid are you?"
"Um, hi. I don't really like this ending. And I would like you to use this horse behind me, otherwise there will be no reason for there to be a horse behind me. It won't make sense. You said before that there would be a horse, and we have a horse, and yet, you aren't using it in your ending. What the hell? Oh, and Satine is mine, you whiny emo kid."
"A horse? What the hell is he yammering about? And who is 'emo kid'? ..."
"...Hey! That's fucked up! You're a jerk!"
"Er...my bad."
"Great job, newbie! Now we're all gonna lose our jobs!"
"Oh shut up! You don't know what it's like to be in luuurve with a whore!"
"You think I don't know what it's like to be in LOVE with a WHORE??"
"If I can stay awake long enough, I will SHOW you, using a TANGO!"
"I don't have time for this."
"I have more singing and sulking to do. Later, losers!"
"OMG, I'm so sorry that I tried to break up with you to slum it with Rat Face! I love you!! Let's live happily ever after, kay?"
"Um, I don't want to be a wet blanket here, but you're totally dying, Satine. And it's not even syphilis. I know, I know, I was shocked too. It's consumption. Not sure why you are the ONLY person in the whole building who managed to contract this highly contagious disease, but there you go."
"Daaaaaammit!"
"Yeah, what I said last night? I was kidding. Just jokes, ya know? So um, I guess you were punk'd. Sorry."
"I think the syphilis has made you totally insane."
"But now I'm sad, so I HAVE to go out in the rain. It's what sad people do."
"I'm blue again."
"Fuck this! I'm going back there, and I'm gonna tell that crazy whore what's what!!"
"Sure, I'm dying. But that doesn't mean I can't DANCE!"
"Alright, whore. I'm here to tell you what's what."
"No! Just go away!"
"Fuck. Why didn't you tell me we were on the stage?"
"This is so weird. My life is just like the play that I started to write, based on my life. Irony sucks."
"I'm OUT!"
"Wait! We have to sing another song!"
"Oh yeah!"
"I luuuurve you!"
"Man, this is awesome. I'm so happy. Nothing could destroy my complete happiness right now."
"Not even freaky-looking midgets dressed like clowns."
"Hey! What's wrong, baby?"
"Um, I'm dying. And I'm contagious. Sorry."
"That whore got me sick!"
"But I luuurve her."
The End.
NOT DIAL UP FRIENDLY. Seriously, there are a LOT of photos behind that cut.
Paris, 1900. Just in case you can't read that.
A very strange, enchanted boy
"I'm blue."
The Moulin Rouge. Er, what's left of it.
Our hero. In happier, sepia-filled times.
"Okay, so Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and...um..."
"OMG, dude, what the hell just landed in my living room/office/bedroom?"
"You want me to do what??"
"Okay, everyone else can see this blue goat standing by my head, right? It's not just me?"
"I should sing something."
"Holy Shit!"
"I know. I'm pretty awesome."
"Damn! This kid has a LOT of talent!!"
"Let's get him drunk!"
Wow. That is a LOT of Kylie Minogue.
"Sweet. Whores!"
"Check it out! A sparkly whore!"
Oooh. Sparkly.
"I'd tap that!"
Whooo wants syphilis???
"Wh...what? What's syphilis?"
"Ugh, get OFF!"
Oooh. Foreshadowing.
"I'm sorry. Am I in an elephant??"
"There's no place like home; there's no place like home!"
"Shhh. I hear you have a LOT of talent. Whip it out!!"
"Uh...what are you doing? I'm trying to share my POETRY with you!"
"Fine. I'll just sing."
"Holy Shit!"
"I know. People love it when I sing."
"Wow! All of your singing made everything blue and sparkly!"
"OMG! You're rich, and hot, and you can sing!!"
"Erm, I don't have any money."
"WHAT??"
"I have money! You'd better RECOGNIZE!"
"Oh, then I shall enchant you with a song that isn't mine. And I shall call it 'sampling'."
"The crown of my head is covered. I'm totally invisible!!"
"Hurry up, let's do it before rat-face gets back!"
"Dude, WTF??"
"Uh...I'll let the midget explain!"
"Or we could just sing a song about it!"
"I'm blue again. I'm going to sing. Again."
"Me too! Me too!"
"Wait! I'm not stalking you, really!"
"Come on! Sing with me again."
"Only if you make my heart-shaped window/door explode with light and sparkle!!"
"I'm looking pretty hot today."
"Look at my kicky beret! And shut up, this lipstick TOTALLY goes with my skin tone!"
"Okay, lemme tell you how I think this movie story is going to end!!"
"But first, let's do it. Syphilis be damned!"
"Okay, be honest: Which one of us do you like better??"
"Oh. Oh, well...I mean...I do love money, but Christian's erm...Talent...."
"I am pretty talented."
"And this lipstick color looks WAY better on me."
Uh oh.
"Dude, where the hell were you last night?"
"I think we should see other people. And by 'other people', I mean the rich dude. For me. You'll probably die alone and heartbroken. Sorry."
"Psht, whatever, Whore. I'm gonna sing another song!"
"Oh, Christian! You know I can't resist your TALENT!"
"Seriously, how totally stupid are you?"
"Um, hi. I don't really like this ending. And I would like you to use this horse behind me, otherwise there will be no reason for there to be a horse behind me. It won't make sense. You said before that there would be a horse, and we have a horse, and yet, you aren't using it in your ending. What the hell? Oh, and Satine is mine, you whiny emo kid."
"A horse? What the hell is he yammering about? And who is 'emo kid'? ..."
"...Hey! That's fucked up! You're a jerk!"
"Er...my bad."
"Great job, newbie! Now we're all gonna lose our jobs!"
"Oh shut up! You don't know what it's like to be in luuurve with a whore!"
"You think I don't know what it's like to be in LOVE with a WHORE??"
"If I can stay awake long enough, I will SHOW you, using a TANGO!"
"I don't have time for this."
"I have more singing and sulking to do. Later, losers!"
"OMG, I'm so sorry that I tried to break up with you to slum it with Rat Face! I love you!! Let's live happily ever after, kay?"
"Um, I don't want to be a wet blanket here, but you're totally dying, Satine. And it's not even syphilis. I know, I know, I was shocked too. It's consumption. Not sure why you are the ONLY person in the whole building who managed to contract this highly contagious disease, but there you go."
"Daaaaaammit!"
"Yeah, what I said last night? I was kidding. Just jokes, ya know? So um, I guess you were punk'd. Sorry."
"I think the syphilis has made you totally insane."
"But now I'm sad, so I HAVE to go out in the rain. It's what sad people do."
"I'm blue again."
"Fuck this! I'm going back there, and I'm gonna tell that crazy whore what's what!!"
"Sure, I'm dying. But that doesn't mean I can't DANCE!"
"Alright, whore. I'm here to tell you what's what."
"No! Just go away!"
"Fuck. Why didn't you tell me we were on the stage?"
"This is so weird. My life is just like the play that I started to write, based on my life. Irony sucks."
"I'm OUT!"
"Wait! We have to sing another song!"
"Oh yeah!"
"I luuuurve you!"
"Man, this is awesome. I'm so happy. Nothing could destroy my complete happiness right now."
"Not even freaky-looking midgets dressed like clowns."
"Hey! What's wrong, baby?"
"Um, I'm dying. And I'm contagious. Sorry."
"That whore got me sick!"
"But I luuurve her."
The End.